Chapter 84 - The Ultimate Battle!
The roar, a deafening cacophony that mixed the raw power of a dragon with the ferocity of a lion, tore through the battlefield. The air itself seemed to crackle with the force of it, the ground trembling beneath their feet.
Thousands of Union soldiers crumpled to the ground, their ears ringing, their minds reeling. Some succumbed to madness, their eyes rolling back in their heads as they screamed in agony. Others, their hearing shattered, stood frozen in a silent, terrified stupor.
The roar, a weapon of unimaginable power, had sown dread in the hearts of the gods themselves, while simultaneously infusing Arthur's allies with a newfound sense of awe and unwavering resolve.
Poseidon, his face contorted in pain, clutched his ears, the roar echoing through his very bones. — What does he think he's doing?! — he roared, his voice barely audible above the deafening din. — Even his own forces are suffering...
Zeus, watching his own soldiers crumple to the ground like fallen leaves and the unharmed soldiers of Arthur's army, his rigid face contorted in veins, could only grunt in disbelief. — What is this?! — he muttered, his voice a low growl.
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On the battlefield, the screams of agony were deafening. Union soldiers, their faces contorted in pain, writhed on the ground, their senses overwhelmed by the sheer force of Arthur's roar.
Mara, her ears bleeding, her vision blurring, knelt on the ground, her hands clamped over her ears. — AAAAAAAAH! — she screamed, the sound lost in the agony of the battlefield. The buzzing in her ears was unbearable, threatening to consume her sanity.
But Arthur's army remained unfazed. Standing tall, their bodies radiating an ethereal glow, they emanated an aura of invincibility. Runes, ancient and powerful, pulsed with an eerie light on their skin, their eyes gleaming with a newfound resolve. It was here, in the face of this overwhelming display of power, that the legend of the One Million Solar Army was born.
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In the calm, hushed library of the Chamberlain mansion, where the maidens of Arthur's court had sought refuge, a hushed silence reigned.
Hera, her face pale, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and apprehension, stared at Allana, her gaze fixed on the intricate runes that shimmered on the young woman's arms. — A-Allana, — she whispered, her voice trembling, — those marks…?
Allana, her eyes wide with wonder, glanced down at her arms. The runes, glowing with an ethereal light, pulsed with an inner energy, a sense of power that surged through her veins. — Wow! — she exclaimed, a smile playing on her lips. — What is this? — she asked, turning to Hera, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. — Senior sister, you also have…
Before Hera could reply, Selena burst into the room, her face flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. — Girls! — she exclaimed, her voice breathless. — Look at my body! These shiny tattoos! — She pulled up the sleeves of her cassock, revealing the same intricate runes that adorned Allana's arms.
Selena looked at the other women, her eyes widening in surprise. — You also have them…
Princess Alexia, Morgan, Ambrose, Phoenix, Mayara, and Kara, their faces a mixture of awe and apprehension, examined their own arms, their eyes tracing the intricate patterns of the glowing runes.
Hera, her eyes narrowed in contemplation, traced the lines on her own arm with a trembling finger. — These marks, — she mused, — they are very similar to Arthur's. I believe there is a connection… — she sighed, analyzing the intricate patterns, a sense of wonder and apprehension washing over her. — They give an energizing but at the same time calming feeling.
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Miles away, in Arthur's camp, the kings were also affected by the power of the Essence of Light.
Qin-Shi, his body light as a feather, hovered slightly above the ground, his eyes wide with disbelief. — This power, — he whispered, his voice filled with awe, — how can this be…
Kings Gu, Freyr, and Thalor, their bodies radiating a faint golden glow, floated gently above the ground, their faces a mixture of awe and terror.
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On the battlefield, Alucard, who had received the full brunt of the roar, lay sprawled on the ground, his ears ringing, his vision blurred. — AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! — he screamed, the sound cut short by a wave of agonizing pain.
Looking at Alucard, Arthur grunted authoritatively. — Who said you could stand up? — he questioned, his voice a low growl.
Prince Alucard writhed in pain on the floor, his body convulsing, until finally, he lost consciousness.
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At the UK camp, Arthur landed with the queen in his arms, his descent as graceful as the flight of an eagle.
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In the king's tent, Arthur gently placed Andromeda on the bed, her pale and dark veined face a stark contrast against the white sheets. — I do not know what you are going to do, but I want her alive! — he commanded, his voice low and urgent.
The Butler and the Amazon handmaidens, their faces etched with concern, rushed forward to pay attention to the queen, their movements swift and efficient.
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Arthur, his body radiating an ethereal glow, left the tent and walked towards the battlefield.
The servants and soldiers in the camp crouched down in reverence as he passed, their eyes filled with awe and fear.
Looking at the battlefield, his fists clenched, his jaw set, he grunted, "Can you finish them off yourself?" he asked in his thought.
"Of course...! Yes… I was waiting for this!" the Spirit of Justice revealed, a chilling laughter echoing through Arthur's mind.
— Qin-Shi! It's time! — Arthur exclaimed, spreading his wings and taking flight toward the battlefield.
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On the battlefield, which was now a place filled with dread and fear, the air thick with the smell of blood and ozone, Arthur soared through the air, a vision of power and grace.
Tearing through the battlefield with the speed of a falling star, Arthur saw Mara standing amidst the chaos, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and fear. — This woman! — he growled.
Mara, her ears still ringing, her vision blurred, raised a trembling hand to defend herself. — YOU!! — she screamed, her voice hoarse with fear. Seeing Arthur approaching, she assumed a defensive stance. — Your rival is me! Fight with me!
— Not today, Mara, — Arthur replied, his voice a chilling whisper.
With a swift, graceful movement, Arthur appeared behind her, his hand a blur of motion.
Sensing his presence behind her, she trembled in fear. — H-How did you...? You can kill me but... know that you are a coward! You lied to your soldiers... telling them I was your woman, despicable! — she whispered with a trembling body.
He struck, his fingers finding the pressure point on her neck, rendering her unconscious. — You are still useful! Yuei...
The body of the princess of death fell to the ground, further increasing the reserve of dread among the Union soldiers.
And seeing the fallen captain, the princes of war approached Arthur, their faces pale, their bodies trembling. They formed a defensive line before Zeus, their weapons raised in a gesture of defiance.
Looking at them with a sharpened gaze, Arthur let out a grunt from between his teeth. — Get lost! — he commanded, his voice echoing across the battlefield with the sound of the many waters in the sea.
The four princes of war, their faces pale, their eyes wide with terror, bowed their heads and retreated involuntarily. The fear in their eyes was palpable, a chilling testament to Arthur's overwhelming dominance.
Arthur walked, passing through their midst towards the Union camp, his every movement radiating an aura of power and authority. "They are capable of holding me back, but they are blinded by fear…" he thought, a slight grin playing on his lips.
— ZEUS! — Arthur roared, his voice a thunderous bellow that shook the very foundations of the battlefield. — YOUR ARMY IS A DISGRACE! Is it with these weaklings that you wanted to defeat me?! Why do you hide behind ants? — he teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
The thunders responded to the provocation, the air crackling with Zeus's fury. The rain of thunderstorms began to fall, the lightning striking the ground with terrifying intensity.
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The two-meter-tall muscular figure, with fluctuating gray hair and beard, looked at the mortal with haughty eyes, veins on his face, and clenched fists.
— Brother! It's time! — Poseidon gave the ultimatum, slamming his trident on the ground, the earth trembling beneath the impact.
In silence, Zeus' blue aura blazed around him, enveloping him in a shimmering shield of energy. Zeus had veins spread over his body, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with a cold fury.
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Arthur stretched out his arms, his body radiating an ethereal glow, the air around him shimmering with an otherworldly light. — ZEUS! — he roared, his voice a thunderous bellow that shook the very foundations of the battlefield. — Are you not ashamed?! — He teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
And in a moment, a blinding flash of light erupted beside Arthur, followed by a deafening crack of thunder. A figure materialized from the air, a titan of a man, his presence alone shaking the very ground. It was the king of Olympus, the one in the Deity Realm. Zeus, the god of the gods, his eyes blazing with fury, his master bolt raised menacingly. Standing with his fists clenched and jaw clenched, he grunted, — Silence, mortal!
And with a single, effortless stride, Poseidon crossed the more than five hundred meters of distance that separated the battlefield and the Union's camp. His step sent shockwaves through the earth, the air crackling with the raw power emanating from the god. His golden trident, shimmering with divine energy, glinted menacingly in the sunlight.
With his golden trident in his hand, his blue tunic, his blond hair and beard floating in the air, he looked at the young man with veins on his face. — You angered gods, kid! — Poseidon grunted, his voice a booming thunder that shook the very heavens.
— T-The... The gods... — The Union soldiers, already reeling from the force of Arthur's roar, cowered in terror. They strained to kneel in reverence, their faces pale, their limbs trembling.
Looking at Zeus and Poseidon, Arthur smirked slightly, a predatory glint in his eyes. And then, he unleashed his power. His aura, a blinding torrent of ethereal and powerfully intimidating golden light, erupted from his body, engulfing him in a dazzling halo. The air shimmered and distorted.
— Whaaa… What is that?! — A trembling Union soldier, his eyes wide with terror, tried to raise his arm to shield his face from the searing light.
— AHHH!! AHHH!! AAHHH!! — The screams of the Union soldiers, now engulfed in the flames of Arthur's aura, echoed across the battlefield, a chilling testament to his power.
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At Arthur's camp, Butler watched the scene unfold from a distance, his face pale. — S-Sacred Flames…? — he whispered, his voice trembling. — Is he strong enough to summon the Sacred Flames?
A young servant, his face pale, his eyes wide with terror, stammered, — Master Butler, the queen… the queen does not answer…
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— How dare you release your aura before god?! — Poseidon roared, his voice a thunderous bellow, his aura erupting in a blinding flash of blue energy.
The rain began to fall, not as gentle drops, but as a torrential downpour, each drop a miniature spear of ice. Thunderstorms intensified, the thunders booming like the drums of war, the lightning striking the ground with terrifying intensity, the very air crackling with the raw power of the gods.
The lightning descended like rain from the sky and incinerated the soldiers, Zeus' aura was free, it was time.
Man against human imagination. Human against god. Man against legend. Freedom against tyranny. Much was at stake, the fate of the known world hanging in the balance. Who would be the victor? Who takes it all?